DeLarla

Betty, I just checked out lovefifi.com from my Underwear thread. Even though it's my competitor, please go on-line and buy yourself something special like a foxy new corset. You've earned it. Spoil yourself rotten today, then ride on, Baby!

Tennis shoes are on but I was waiting for a little sun to come out. I see the darkness fading now, so off to the park then the rest of my sweaty routine. Peace.

Okay people, this game isn't about having sex with a dead person so whoever took it there, please get to your therepist! If the Sex and the City cast can play it effectively, then so can we. NO SEX WITH DEAD PEOPLE! That's just sick and pretty scary that someone (uh, no names) even "went" there mentally! I'm kinda worried. "Pretend" someone that has passed away is still alive and in their prime. It's a fantasy. "Fantasy." Pretend, make believe. I know you guys can do this. When did Anthony Hopkins die? Maybe he died in some movies, but I think the guy is still alive. This isn't a boring old thread about your current fantasy - it's about using your imagination. Try it!

Paul Harvey says: I don't believe in Santa Claus, but I'm not going to sue somebody for singing a Ho-Ho-Ho song in December. I don't agree with Darwin, but I didn't go out and hire a lawyer when my high school teacher taught his theory of evolution. Life, liberty or your pursuit of happiness will not be endangered because someone says a 30-second prayer before a football game. So what's the big deal? It's not like somebody is up there reading the entire book of Acts. They're just talking to a God they believe in and asking him to grant safety to the players on the field and the fans going home from the game. "But it's a Christian prayer," some will argue. Yes, and ! this is the United States of America, a country founded on Christian principles. According to our very own phone book, Christian churches outnumber all others better than 200-to-1. So what would you expect-somebody chanting Hare Krishna? If I went to a football game in Jerusalem, I would expect to hear a Jewish prayer. If I went to a soccer game in Baghdad, I would expect to hear a Muslim prayer. If I went to a ping pong match in China, I would expect to hear someone pray to Buddha. And I wouldn't be offended. It wouldn't bother me one bit. When in Rome... "But what about the atheists?" is another argument. Nobody is asking them to be baptized. We're not going to pass the collection plate. Just humor us for 30 seconds. If that's asking too much, bring a Walkman or a pair of ear plugs. Go to the bathroom. Visit the concession stand. Call your lawyer! Unfortunately, one or two will make that call. One or two will tell thousands what they can and cannot do. I don't think a short prayer at a football game is going to shake the world's foundations. Christians are just sick and tired of turning the other cheek while our courts strip us of all our rights. Our parents and grandparents taught us to pray before eating; to pray before we go to sleep. Our Bible tells us to pray without ceasing. Now a handful of people and their lawyers are telling us to cease praying. God, help us. And if that last sentence offends you, well ... just sue me .

Karen, you are only my second client, but is the UK too far?

Right on, my first client. Let me check my rolodex and see if I can find a match. Where did my UK guys go?

Awe, I'm so happy everyone played this game with me! Everyone looks great. It's so nice to get real faces, and such cute ones!

How on Earth have I missed this thread? Am I intentionally being left out of all the reindeer games? Crystal, getting off the inhaler alone is amazing. I'm taking a big lung of air for you right now in celebration!

A poke in the whiskers? Are you guys from another planet?

Some people fly through the process like a dentist visit. Others have a rougher time. Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get. I went back to work 4 days later but got sent home after 2 hours. I ended up taking almost a week off due to horrible diareah and a disgusting general overall feeling of bluch blah blug pooh! As an assistant, you probably know that surgeons schedule "surgery days" so you will most likely meet your new fellow band family. Find out in advance if your surgeon is doing several people that day. If so, tell him you are really freaked out and beg to go first. Once you get rigged up in your hospital gown, bed and IV, the hours move very, very slowly. If he does a batch of people that day, you'll bond with great folks going through the same thing. If you don't go first you get the benefit of seeing your new friends going before you. I did well immediately after surgery, while the toughest girl had bad dry heaves for hours. I got up and walked immediately, others stayed in bed longer. There were 6 in the hospital with me, and each had a different story. I was lucky and went immediately, but my friend Francesca sat in her IV all day as other people went before her. Make sure to travel very light. One tote-bag is enough. I brought chapstick and extra undies but wore the same baggy clothes to and from. I did bring a brand new pair of pink fuzzy bootie socks for comfort. I wore them walking the halls and everyone loved them, and something tiny like that helps to keep cheerful. Plan in advance for what you'll wear the weeks following surgery. No pants that are tight or binding. Dresses, sweats, SCRUBS! You're lucky! When they first wake you from the anesthesia, you might grab your doctor's butt like I did. I always remind the surgeon to put a muzzle on me since I'm a helpless flirt that wakes up hitting on the surgical staff. Good luck to you. I keep thinking I see "tapioca" under your name. What are the initials for?

Bobalooy, you are right, that was poor advertising on my part. I should have told you the Rabbit Pearl is for girl parts. But trust me, you don't want to get me started unless you want to find something special just for you in your mail box. Now you better beat me to your user profile and make sure your address isn't listed, or I WILL make amends! The customer is always right! "I'd rather have tulips on my organ than roses on my piano."

I'm Renebean's stalker. I want to be Lisabean. Why didn't I think of that?

Put you off your milk? Is that one of them UK sayings? Is it a good thing or a bad thing.

I'm getting lots of comments about bandsters "not getting any." So thank you for visiting DeLarla's Dating Service. It's free to all members of LBT. Please fill out your name, age, interests, hobbies and location. Tell us a little about yourself and what you are looking for in a partner. Are you looking for companionship? Romance? Marriage? Perhaps you just want someone to hang out with on weekends? Now's your chance. We need a LBT wedding, and I want to be the flower girl! All singles, please register now. Thank you.

Boy, a girl really has to chose her words carefully around here! Bobalooey, get out of the grave and imagine them alive and healthy. Does that help?

Welcome to my life (my old one.) Your story is very common. I've been through hell and back working for "the man." Right now life is awesome, I finally found a lawfirm that let's me combine my analytical mind and organizational skills with the kid inside me. But back in my hell days, there were limited options for me, so I had to put up with a lot of abuse. I consider it abuse and harrassment. Going to HR never helped because it always blew up in my face. I was desperate because my health was deteriorating (insomnia, anxiety, depression, weight gain.) I finally wrote a couple anonymous letters. I chose my words carefully and made sure nobody saw me. Eventually the letters got into the right hands. Things got ugly for a long time with people being pulled into private meetings. Eventually a couple people quit, one got fired, then finally the boss himself was laid off. The same thing happened to my sister, but she exploded in the open and ended up getting the boss fired and getting an apology letter from Time Warner offering her whatever she wanted. You are not alone. My friend Jennifer had the same psycho boss. We each had our reasons for not quitting, but she came over crying every night after work. Then one day she showed up in shock. She was ghost white and couldn't talk because when she got to work, her boss had committed suicide. I don't really have suggestions, but please know that you are not alone and that there is always light at the end of a tunnel.

Would you post a naked picture for us to see what you're talking about? I love the funny men around here. You guys need to start more threads. Go check out my Fun Threads for ideas, then start some man humor around here! You made my day, too!

Jim Morrison as he was writing, "When You're Strange."

I saw them playing this on Sex and the City. If you could have roll in the hay with someone who is no longer alive, who would it be and what time period? For example, Elvis in his Beach Blanket Bingo days. (Mmm, not a bad choice.)

How about this weekend? I'll pretend I don't know. Infaith, you don't have to have a Band. Anywhere in the pre-during-post stage will do!

Francesca, is that you answering, or is Dave hiding out in LBT lately? This is the perverted sex thread. We are evil sinners that enjoy orgasms. I was going to stop participating because I thought I said everthing that needed to be said, but then I got 3 more PMs cheering me on and asking for more. So, have you had your orgasms today?

Pianoman, please log your underwear or lack thereof on the correct underwear thread. Thank you. Sorry, but I accidently clicked on the sex thread. I thought it said, "Library."

I have some polka dot panties that remind me of Baskin Robins. I'll tie them on a stick and wave them at the bus depot. That's how you'll know it's me.

Damn, I wanted to wear my black & pink polka-dot thong today but Mother Nature showed up. Now I have to dig through my drawer for some "Period Panties." They're the brand new panties that fit like Heaven but got smudged last month, so if I get caught in an ambulance with stained panties they'll just think it's from my current flow. Always thinking!

We'll be here waiting. Great luck to you.